#chorus girl steve rogers

[hainethehero]

Steve Rogers | The First Avenger

[talesofely]

— Desired Reality - Uno.

A Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader Series

Summary : Six people who claimed to be from another universe arrived at the Avengers Tower out of nowhere. The fact that the group of people—NOVA—are essentially Avengers clones only serves to further complicate matters. The only unmistakable distinction between them is that they are of opposing sexes. How will things play out for the two groups of superhumans?

Word count : 1.5k

Warnings : Nothing that I know of.

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"Is this it?" A red headed male asked, looking around the unfamiliar yet familiar building in front of them. Nathaniel.

"If the smarties' calculations are correct, then supposedly, we are where we need to be." The youngest member of the team replied with a small sigh. Stephanie.

"Of course it's right, it's us. When are we ever wrong?" The richest member of the team snarked back, making sure to add a sassy eye roll. Antoinette.

"When you said everyone in our team is straight." The archer responded in a tone so flat that you could mistake it for a serious statement. Clarissa.

A chuckle erupted from the quietest member of the team. "She got you good this time." Brielle.

"Bite back, Ms. Snarky." The group's ray of sunshine egged on, wanting to see drama unfolding in front of her very eyes again. Theodora.

"You guys will seriously argue any chance you get, huh?" A white haired female said with annoyance. Everyone immediately stopped talking as if it was their mom scolding them. Y/n.

"Six people are exiting the building. Two on your right, Steph. Two on your left, Brie. And two directly in front of us." Everyone immediately went into full alert mode, ready to fight if necessary.

Just like you said, six people came out of the building. Surprise was immediately shown on the Avengers faces when they saw the six people standing outside the building.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, was the first to speak up. "Who are you?"

"Luke, I am your father." Antoinette said seriously, making direct eye contact with the super soldier.

"Luke? My name isn't Luke." Steve furrowed his brows in confusion as the group of strangers infront of them tries to stifle a chuckle.

"Idiot, it's 'No, I am your father.'" The archer of the younger team would never pass on an opportunity to piss the young billionaire off.

"No? He says 'Luke', you dumb bitch, not 'No'." Y/n let out a loud sigh once those words left Antoinette's mouth, knowing this will lead to a long fight again.

Thankfully, she wasn't the only one who didn't want to go through the banter between the two girls.

"We're you, from a different reality." Steph answered seriously and truthfully, stepping forward to hide the two girls arguing and ignoring the confused looks on the heroes faces.

Silence immediately enveloped them, the avengers trying to study the unfamiliar faces infront of them. You decided to break the silence, knowing that you all didn't have time for staring contests.

"I believe it's best if we speak about this matter inside." You said with a friendly smile, revealing your dimples on both cheeks. Your london accent also surprised everyone, but no one chose to comment on it.

"And how can we trust that you won't try to kill us?" Steve asked, stepping forward to try and intimidate the group.

"Cuff us then." A chorus of disbelieving 'what?!'s could be heard from the younger group. A raise of your right hand, however, was able to silence them.

That didn't stop the quiet cursing and swearing from your group however.

"So you're saying that, you're us, from a different universe?" Tony asked with furrowed brows. They were in the avengers meeting room, the younger heroes all had cuffs on their hands, much to their displeasure.

"Yeah. I'm you," Annie said as she pointed at Tony. "from another reality, wherein you're a gal."

"Wait, wait, wait. So what are your names then?" Clint asked reluctantly, crossing his arms as he stared at the cuffed heroes.

The Vigilantes all looked at you first, seemingly asking for approval from their 'leader' before revealing important information. When you nodded, Clint's counterpart broke the silence.

"I'm Clarissa Francesca Barton, they call me Claire. I'm you, Hawkeye."

"Stephanie Grace Rogers, Steph." Steve raised his brows in surprise at his supposed female counterpart.

"Roxanne Brielle Banner. Guess you can call me Brie." Bruce nodded at his counterpart who just raised a brow at him in response.

"I'm Theodora Odinson, you can call me Thea. Hi, Thor." Thor waved at the girl who smiled at him in return.

Everyone then looked at Annie, who raised a brow at them once she noticed their gaze. "What? I wanna go last."

She sighed before rolling her eyes. "The name's Antoinette Edelle Stark. It's Annie for short, not Toni, not Nette, not anything else."

Tony smiled in triumph when he confirmed that he looks good in every universe, despite being the opposite gender.

"I'm Nate." The only boy in the team said flatly, earning a huff of annoyance from you.

"He's Nathaniel Alister Romanoff." You finished for him, ignoring the look of betrayal on his face.

"I'm Y/n Dawn Maximoff, according to our research, I'm Pietro Django Maximoff. I also have a twin," Your eyes shifted to Wanda, a look of understanding flashed in both their eyes. "His name was Walker Marco Maximoff."

"Wait— I appreciate knowing your names, but that doesn't prove anything, much more being from another universe." Steve asked, still cautious against them.

You sighed in annoyance, you didn't appreciate being asked multiple questions, especially again and again.

You stared at the keys of the handcuffs on the table away from you. You frowned and shifted your gaze to the cuffs on your hand, and suddenly it disappeared.

The avengers looked at you in shock, immediately going into a fighting position when you stood up. You raised your hands in the air to show you weren't doing anything fishy.

"Care to help us here, Y/N/N?" Annie said sarcastically, raising her hands that are still in cuffs.

You walk over to them and touched each of their cuffs that magically disappear each time. You walked over to Cap who backed away slightly. You scoffed and held out your hand that somehow now had all the cuffs.

"Take it, then I'll explain." You threw the cuffs at him, which he caught easily.

Nathaniel walked over to you and frowned, seeing that your wrist had red marks around them from the cuffs being too tight for you.

"Who placed cuffs on you? They need training or something." He said, adding a soft 'tsk' as he examined your wrists. Steve brows raised in surprise, obviously taking offense from that.

"I'm fine, Nate." You pulled your hands away from him and gave him a subtle glare for touching you.

"Anyways, as I was saying-"

"Are you two dating?" Your words were cut off by Natasha's sudden question. You raised your brows in shock, before smirking in amusement.

"Interested in my dating life, are we, Ms. Romanoff?" You asked, smirking teasingly. You saw a few of your members letting out a huff of annoyance hearing you flirting again. You chose to ignore them.

"No. We just don't appreciate having a couple in the team." She answered flatly. You tried reading her even if you knew very well you couldn't.

"But according to our research, you and Mr. Banner over there, had a small thing going on." You countered, raising a questioning brow at her. You didn't know why you even mentioned that, you and Nate really aren't a couple anyways. Maybe YOU are curious about her dating life.

Bruce cleared his throat awkwardly. You didn't let the obvious awkward tension in the room deter you, instead, you sat on the arm rests of Nathan's chair, crossing your arms as you look at the team boredly.

"Being romantically attached to someone doesn't affect my team's performance in the field, don't worry." You saw Steph and Nate giving you a thankful smile, which you gladly returned as a teasing one once you saw them holding hands underneath the table.

Silence overtook the meeting room. The avengers were trying to read you and your team, while your team were just relishing in the fact that you guys know I'm something that the older heroes don't.

"As much as I like the confusion on your faces, we'll have to tell you why we're here." You paused, looking at Steph, a silent cue for her to explain.

"Our universe is fucked. Someone fucked with us a week ago, they wanted to destroy our reality. Luckily, we were able to somehow freeze the entire timeline there. We need to go back in time to fix this mess, to be able to prepare, to avoid our universe from disappearing."

"So you want to create a time machine in this universe to travel back in time to your universe?" Steve asked, his brows furrowing even more than before.

"Yeah."

"Why us?" Natasha asked, raising a brow— specifically at Y/n.

"Why not?" You answered with a shrug. "We have 2 years to do it."

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[nekoannie-chan]

Suit

Title: Suit.

Ship: 40!!Steve Rogers X Chorus girl!Reader.

Word count: 305 words.

Rating: Mature.

Square: G5 “Cock bulge”.

Summary: Steve thinks his suit is uncomfortable in a certain area.

Warnings/Tags: Steve is huge, very tight suit, nervousness.

A/N: This is my entry to @allcapsbingo. AC1078.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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It was the fourth time Steve had seen himself in the mirror. He still felt uncomfortable with that suit; he really didn't expect to wear something so ridiculous and that was so tight in that part, not to mention that it was too noticeable. He tried to cover a little with the shield since before the serum he was already gifted, but after... well, he had to look for other methods to hide it.

Or maybe he was just exaggeratedly nervous, and it didn't really show at all, nor did he look bad, apart from the fact that it was his first presentation in front of an audience. Oh, no, he had never spoken in public or done anything like that before in his life.

You gasped as you were told that in five minutes you had to go on stage.

You smiled when you saw Steve; you looked around him with your eyes and stared at his crotch; you bit your lip; you were going to do everything in your power to have sex with Steve.

"What do you see? "another of the chorus girls asked you.

"Nothing special," you answered without taking your eyes off her. The other chorus girl turned her gaze to where you were looking.

"Do you really think it's that big? "she questioned.

"Maybe it is bigger than it looks, and I will check it out.

"Are you ready?" Steve was trying to hide his nervousness.

"Of course, Steve, do you have anything to do after the show?" You quickly formulated a small plan; you were going to test your theory as soon as possible.

"No, I don’t."

"Well, let's go for a walk tonight," you proposed. Steve turned to look at you to make sure you weren't joking, then nodded.

You smiled again. It had been too easy.

[missacidburn928]

Wicked Wednesday Goodies...

A new Crossover AU story is live on my ao3!

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Let Me Spell It Out For You

Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly"

ExBf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

It’s Battle of the Bands Night at your local hole in the wall bar run by SAMCROW. You're currently dating their prez Jax Teller. Your lifelong best friend and first real love. Somehow your ex, Steve Rogers and his band The Howlies have shown up, vying for top spot and the cash prize. Such a shame they’ll have to go against you and your all girl group Serenity. It’s going to be a verbal bloodbath and you can’t wait to humiliate his arrogant ass.

The energy in the bar was none short of chaotic. Between the loud music, the alcohol flowing and the rowdy mix of bikers and patrons it was looking to be a night to remember.

“I can not wait to get up on that stage and destroy some wannabes!” Zoey practically shouts while strapping on her electric guitar.

“Nothing beats that high,” I smile devilishly. “Well except for sex of course.”

We all laugh as we hear our band being called to the stage. “Next up, Serenity!”

It’s the first round of Battle of The Bands Night. I’m not worried about making it to the final round and grabbing the cash prize. Most bands here are so fresh they haven’t performed as a group much yet. So that leaves us at an advantage. We’ve been thick as thieves since high school when we used to skip class and jam out in my garage.

Not wanting to blow our load on the first round we chose to start with “Becky’s So Hot” to show off our sex appeal and my vocal talents. I may be singing about Becky, but in actuality it’s about the time in my life when Jax was dating Tara when he and I were broken up. 

I wanted to destroy her for having the audacity to be with him. While at the same time I wanted to know first hand what made her so special that he kept her around as more than just a lay. The feelings were so conflicting, the only way I could work through it was to put it into a song.

Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her

And I don't really blame you 'cause

Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward

Are you in love like we were?

If I were you, I'd probably keep her

Makes me wanna hit her when I see her

'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

Ooh, she the one I should hate

But I wanna know how she taste

I kinda wanna hit her when I see her

Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

As we reach the interlude, my eyes catch the familiar frame of one Steven Grant Rogers. My ex and lead singer of The Howlies. Standing to his left, bass strapped to his chest, is of course Bucky Barnes. Steve’s best friend and cliché fuckboy musician. 

He happens to also be Zoey’s ex. This is going to be interesting to say the least. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other. Much less been in the same room competing to see who the better band is. 

It’s us of course. The Howlies are good. But they rely heavily on their good looks to fill seats. About 80% of their fans are of the female variety. Where ours is ratioed at about 60/40.

I turn to Zoey. She gives me a subtle nod. Acknowledging she’s aware of their presence and that it’s playtime.

I scan the crowd for my favorite blonde haired biker until I lock eyes with Jax just as the final chorus begins. I sing to him for a moment before turning my attention back to enticing the crowd into wanting to see more of us.

I sing the last line and drop a kiss to Zoey’s neck, as I stare down our exes. A challenge in my eyes. Tonight just got so much more entertaining. 

Continue...

[oldtvandcomics]

War Propaganda in The First Avenger and Pinocchio

A thing that has been stuck in my mind since I watched Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio and that I finally decided to look into in-depth: The propaganda sequence where Pinocchio is starring in shows to promote Italy’s role in WWII is very similar to the one in Captain America: The First Avenger (they are both supernatural in some way, a super soldier and a talking puppet, used to make propaganda for their countries involved in the Second World War in a big showy performance where the big draw is their supernatural being), but it has the exact opposite effect. I really wanted to do a proper comparison between the two.

So, first, the obvious, which is that culturally, we all agree that Italy in WWII = bad while the USA in WWII = good. I am going to ignore this one, because my interest is the emotions provoked by the movies itself, but, it’s a Thing. That having said, we have:

- The characters. Steve Rogers is a full grown adult, who is absolutely negatively impacted by the ableism and eugenist attitudes that are fundamental parts of his society causing him to want to prove himself at all cost, but the movie never actually dwells on this. As far as it is concerned, Steve is 100% there on his own free will, and he has fought HARD to get there. He committed multiple felonies by enlisting under a false identity, went through boot camp while being physically disabled, had been experimented on AND then committed an act of heroism before even getting this much of a chance. Meanwhile Pinocchio is a child who was on his way to school when he got sidetracked by the circus and tricked into joining. The entire sequence of his performances is intercut with his father trying to track him, but always arriving too late. He very, very much should not be on that stage.

- The songs. In The First Avenger, the entire sequence it set to the same one, very upbeat song. Pinocchio is singing two, one about a boy saying goodbye to his father, which is very sad, and the war propaganda one, which isn’t. However, the two songs follow very closely, and the shot of Pinocchio taking the gun descending from the ceiling, which by all logic should belong to the second song, is still set to the final notes of the first one. The two flow together, forming one single song about children being taken from their parents to fight in the war.

- Steve is not alone on the stage. All through his tour, he is surrounded by chorus girls, fans, and people helping to make the show. Meanwhile, Pinocchio is always alone, so is Geppetto. Even when they are on the screen with other characters, they don’t interact.

- Before going on stage, Steve is nervous. Pinocchio just looks sad, then he forces on a smile and starts his song.

- Again, the way the sequences are progressing. Steve starts out very awkward, reading the notes from the back of his shield and looking in the camera when trying to act, then he gets better. His performance becomes more natural and confident, the spectacle gains more elements like the Hitler punching and him lifting the motorbike at the end, the stage becomes bigger and more Captain America-themed, he gets his own merch, and the movies do well with the audience. Pinocchio moves in the opposite direction. He actually has three performance songs: The first is silly nonsense about him liking sweets, the second is the chiao papa one, and the third the actual propaganda. It very much is a progression of loss of joy and innocence.

- Steve gains personal profit from his performance. He is more confident on the stage! He’s got fans! A pretty girl shows interest in him! He gets to sit in a cinema and see how the audience enjoys his work! Pinocchio doesn’t get a thing. Even at the end of his performance, it is the puppet master who comes on stage to be applauded by the audience, while Pinocchio sits forgotten on his wooden eagle.

- Steve gets cheered at by children in the audience, who are, and will remain, perfectly safe. In the entire movie, there is only one child in danger, when the Hydra agent holds him hostage, but even there, don’t worry too much, he can swim. In Pinocchio, the children have the threat of being away hanging over their head. The fun circus poster gets covered by war propaganda, and of course there is the very, very memorable scene where boys get taken from their families. Many of them die later on.

- Also worth noting, we don’t actually get to see any European civilians in The First Avenger, at all. No depictions of suffering. Compare this with Wonder Woman, which is much more critical of the war, where there is a lot of suffering, both among soldiers and local civilians. Of course, in Pinocchio, A LOT of civilians die a completely meaningless and random death because of war, usually by bombing. Almost all of them are children.

- At the end of the sequences, both heroes are unhappy. Steve, because he doesn’t actually want to be a performer, he wants to fight in the war. Pinocchio, because he is being worked to exhaustion, and Spazzatura tells him clearly that he is being exploited by the puppet master, who promised to send Pinocchio’s earnings to his father, but keeps it all to himself.

End result: Even if we ignore the rest of the two movies, the propaganda sequences in Captain America: The First Avenger and Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio have the exact opposite effects: The first glorifies war and getting involved in it, while the second makes you feel very bad about it.

Idk. I’m sure that someone has done a better analysis, but this was still a very fun thing to look at. And useful, because something something propaganda, something something depiction vs endorsement, something something I love both of these movies but The First Avenger is still VERY blatant US propaganda while Pinocchio is about being critical of authoritarianism.

[blood-and-winter-buckynat]

Note: The show notes and the story synopsis are not final, this is just currently what I have in mind. Just not that I thought that Rogers: The Musical in Hawkeye was cringe and I want this to be an Avengers musical with a much higher quality.

Assassins In Love (An Avengers Musical)

Production Notes:

The story and the production design will incorporate elements from the comics, in particular the 616 timeline, but there will be references to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. References to the Avengers Assemble and Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cartoons are very welcome. The goal of the production is to be fan service in good taste, but in such a way that non-fans can also enjoy it.  Action scenes/language/sensuality will be kept at the PG-13 level.

The songs will be in the style of classic Broadway and Disney musical numbers, with touches of hip-hop and big band jazz. The superheroes and villains in their fight scenes will wear bright, colorful costumes based on their comic book and film counterparts.

The majority of the story takes place in 2010s New York City. Scenes with flashbacks and travel to other places can be depicted with lighting and stage effects.

Genres: Action, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Suspense, Spy thriller

Characters:

Starring Characters: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Supporting female characters: Sharon Carter/Agent 13, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Pepper Potts appears at the party in Act I and in the Finale

Supporting Male characters: Steve Rogers/Captain America and Sam Wilson/Falcon; Tony Stark/Iron Man, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, and of course Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Villains: Alexander Pierce/Red Skull and Madame B from the Red Room; Kingpin also appears briefly in Act II

Avengers Chorus: Vision, Thor, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Scott Lang/Ant-man and Hope Van Dyne/Wasp; Doctor Strange; Peter Parker/Spider-man, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver; Rhodey/War Machine

Villain Chorus (for opening Avengers battle): Including but not limited to Loki, Baron Mordo, Mysterio, Doc Ock, Whiplash, and Zemo

Extras: NYC Civilians, SHIELD/Hydra agents

Clint Barton’s family from the MCU will be mentioned throughout the play and appear in the finale

Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter will have a romance that parallels and foils Bucky and Natasha’s relationship; they will be a couple by the end of the show.

Story Synopsis

ACT I:

Prologue—(The prologue will be depicted in a montage of scenes and dances with minimal dialogue).

Steve Rogers/Captain America and Bucky Barnes were best friends and fought side-by-side in World War II. At the end of the war, Captain America goes missing and Bucky is captured by Hydra. Red Skull turns Bucky into the Winter Soldier and uses him as an assassin to enforce Hydra’s agenda.

Meanwhile in Russia, the Red Room headed by Madame B trains young girls to be assassins but incorporates ballet into their program. Young Natasha Romanoff is one of the best pupils in the Red Room. Red Skull and Madame B arrange to have the Winter Soldier train with teenaged Natasha.

In modern times, Captain America returns. He fights the Winter Soldier only to discover that his opponent is his long-lost friend Bucky. Bucky goes into hiding.

Present Day

The Avengers save New York City from a team of supervillains. After the battle, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff have a personal chat. Steve is adjusting to the modern world. However, ever since his encounter with the Winter Soldier he suspects that Hydra could be building in secret. He is also looking for Bucky but so far the search is fruitless. Natasha Romanoff is content with her existence as an Avenger, but she wonders if she can ever have a normal life and do something besides be an assassin. Sam Wilson arrives to tell Steve that Bucky has turned up.

At the headquarters of SHIELD, Director Nick Fury suspects that Hydra is rising again and warns Phil Coulson and Maria Hill to be on the lookout. Hydra is, in fact, operating under Fury’s nose, led by the Red Skull disguised as Alexander Pierce. Pierce works in a high-profile position at SHIELD. Madame B pays Pierce a visit, and together they plot to destroy the Avengers and help Hydra take over the world. Throughout the play, Madame B is in the background of various crowded scenes, spying on the characters.

After spending months in hiding, Bucky Barnes is in Brooklyn, his and Steve’s childhood home. Bucky is living in the streets while trying to remember his past and put his Winter Soldier days behind him. Steve Rogers finds Bucky and offers him material help. After some persuasion and argument, Steve gets Bucky to move in with him and Sam. Steve also invites Bucky to a party that night being thrown by Tony Stark.

Tony Stark throws a party at the Avengers Tower in Manhattan. While the other guests enjoy the party, Bucky sees Natasha Romanoff from across the crowded room. He remembers her from the Red Room. Natasha sees Bucky also, and she recognizes him. They meet and they talk briefly.

A few days after the party, she goes to Central Park and she sees Bucky again. They discuss their shared past.

Steve gets Bucky a job at SHIELD as a super-agent. For his first assignment, Bucky is sent out with Natasha Romanoff. It is at this point that Bucky recognizes that he has a growing romantic attraction to her.

ACT II:

Bucky has a hard time hiding his feelings for Natasha from the other Avengers. The Avengers and their coworkers at SHIELD believe that Natasha might like him back, but she is in denial. Nick Fury sends Bucky and Natasha undercover to a party in Manhattan hosted by Kingpin. Natasha and Bucky dance together at the party, and then they fight Kingpin’s thugs and arrest the crime magnate.

After the party, Natasha and Bucky frequently go on assignments together, but they also start seeing each other outside of work. Bucky is unsure about where to take his relationship with Natasha. He goes to Steve for advice, and as they reminisce about old times, they rekindle their former friendship. Later, Bucky summons up his personal courage and he tells Natasha that he loves her. They start ‘officially’ dating as a couple, but Madame B is spying on them. Maria Hill, however, is in turn spying on Madame B. Hill tips off Fury that Hydra is going to make their move.

Natasha rented an apartment in Manhattan (furnished by SHIELD) for an ongoing assignment and she is staying there while she and Bucky are dating. Madame B breaks into Natasha’s apartment while she is getting ready for a date with Bucky. Natasha is overpowered and tied to a chair. Then Madame B disguises herself as Natasha and she goes out and captures Bucky.

The Avengers receive Nick Fury’s call for help and they ‘Assemble’ to take out Hydra. Sharon Carter makes a phone call to Natasha and learns that Natasha has been captured and that Bucky is being lured into a trap. While the Avengers go to save Bucky, Natasha attacks her guards and frees herself to go join the Avengers.

When the Avengers come to rescue Bucky, Alexander Pierce reveals himself to them as Red Skull. There is a battle between the Avengers and the Hydra sleeper agents. Natasha arrives, and during the combat she and Bucky steal several moments to ask each other if they are all right. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes take turns fighting the Red Skull. Red Skull attempts to set off a bomb, but Natasha disables it. Bucky kills Red Skull. Madame B and the other Hydra agents are arrested. Bucky asks Natasha to marry him and she says yes.

Finale: The Avengers throw a big wedding for Bucky and Natasha.

@sharingsharoncarter @burninblood @bolshoiromanova @agentxthirteen

[nyxelestia]

Stiles' uncle is Captain America, his father is the town Sheriff, and now his best friend is a werewolf. With threats coming from three different directions, it's no wonder Stiles is so used to danger. He hadn't expected getting too used to it. - That was probably why he was so blindsided when he found Captain America #1 in one of the boxes of old books. He traced the bowdlerized Bucky on the cover, and snorted at the cheesy cover with Steve punching Hitler in the face. Stiles remembered Steve talking about the shows and how the act included punching Hitler in the face. Mostly from Steve talking about the actor who played Hitler. As the only two men in a show otherwise made up of USO chorus girls, they'd been tight. Most of the time, Steve was just Steve Rogers, Stiles' adoptive grand-uncle, the extended family Stiles never even knew he wanted. It always felt like a punch to the gut every time the universe reminded him that his uncle was also Captain America, the First Avenger and a Hero of New York.

[themculibrary]

Steve/Bucky USO show Masterlist

Captain America Has a Fella (ao3) - PR Zed (przed) G, 2k

Summary: "Welcome to the USO," the director tells Audrey. And with a handshake, she's in.

Six month she's been in New York, slinging hash in a diner and going to every audition she hears about. Now she's finally got a job dancing. She's ecstatic.

She's not so sure about working with this Captain America guy, though.

Or how one showgirl finds out there's more to Captain America than meets the eye.

I'd Know That Face Anywhere (ao3) - Shay081793 E, 2k

Summary: The 107th never got captured. Instead, Bucky Barnes is in the audience when that clown "Captain America" performs to rally the troops, and holy shit, that clown is Steve Rogers.

If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me? (ao3) - aprofessorstale T, 1k

Summary: Prompt: What if Bucky didn't get captured and was in the audience with the 107th to see Captain America?

La Libération (ao3) - hermionesmydawg M, 3k

Summary: All the blood rushed to Bucky’s face. An uncharacteristic blush from him. “I don’t recall that story. You know, I do have well-documented memory problems.”

Natasha tsked. “He knows the story.”

“He does,” Steve mused. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell it.”

“Okay,” Bucky agreed quickly.

“I’ll just tell it,” Steve said. “It was-“

“August,” Bucky interrupted, shooting a scowl at Steve. “August of ‘44, the liberation of Paris. And I was fucking miserable.”

Let's Hear It for Captain America! (ao3) - JJK T, 4k

Summary: Steve lost his virginity to a USO girl in 1943? Sure he did, if you mean he lost it to Bucky dressed in a USO girl outfit.....

* * *

Love confessions post-Azzano lead to a discovery of Steve's Captain America costume and the USO girls help out when Bucky decides he wants to dress up for Steve.

Mama Tiger Knows Best (ao3) - darth_stitch T, 415

Summary: "All right, Rogers, that handsome fella of yours better appreciate how we’re keeping you safe for him."

Riders In The Sky (ao3) - roe87 steve/bucky M, 3k

Summary: Bucky time travels back to 1943 to watch Steve perform onstage as Captain America in the USO show. (He likes the outfit, okay?)

Then he continues on to the late '40s, pays Arnim Zola a visit... then swings back around to help the Steve from his timeline as he returns the Infinity Stones.

Once he rights the main timeline, Bucky heads back again, rescues Steve from 1949, and takes him on an adventure.

Steve's USO Tour (ao3) - roe87 M, 9k

Summary: After Project Rebirth, Steve has his brand new body but Col. Phillips and the Army doesn't want him.

Senator Brandt, however, offers Steve the chance to do his part by promoting war bonds... in tights, in a USO show.

Lucky for Steve, he meets some new friends to keep him company, including a chorus girl named Bucky.

Sucker Punch (ao3) - yellow_crayon E, 15k

Summary: Steve Rogers is not the blushing virgin everyone thinks.

(Five times they almost get caught and one time they do.)

To A Girl in 1943 on the USO Tour (ao3) - UnderwhelmingAlchemist E, 4k

Summary: Steve is questioned about how exactly he lost his virginity. Technically he's only lying about the "girl" part. After all, it was someone in 1943, and it was at the end of his USO tour, and they were wearing one of the dancer's costumes. Close enough, right?

Upskirt Angle (ao3) - zetsubonna M, 315

Summary: Anon requested: During the war, Bucky gets his hands on a USO girl outfit, wears it, and makes Steve roleplay.

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What If Things Were Different (ao3) - ceealaina G, 1k

Summary: What if Bucky wasn't captured by Hydra, and instead was sitting in the audience with the rest of the 107th while Captain America took the stage?

In my head Steve and Bucky are so in love it's ridiculous, but it can be read as just two best friends if that's how you prefer it.

[steven-g-rogers]

It was the Fourth of July, and that meant that the Star Spangled Man show was doing something special. Not only were there two performances, but Steve was doing meet and greets for Captain America's birthday. The decorations were over the top and very Americana. There were even some cupcakes that people could pick up if they wanted. Virginia and the other chorus dancers and singers were doing meet and greets as well. The blonde went up to Steve with a smile and gave his arm a squeeze. "How are ya holding up?"

Steve was appreciating the brief break from being inundated with Captain America fans. This whole event felt surreal. Generally speaking Steve liked being on the USO tour. He liked the girls he was performing with. He did like the attention he got from fans. He loved Virginia. It wasn't what he had wanted when he signed up for the army, and if he was giving the chance to actually go to the frontlines and fight, he'd take it in a heartbeat. But this made him feel like a puppet. He wasn't Steve Rogers. He was just a character performing a role and trying to make it seem real.

He jumped when Virginia touched him, completely lost in his own little world. "Oh," he said, blinking when he saw it was her. He put his hand on the middle of her back and rubbed it. "It's a lot, isn't it? People keep wishing me a happy birthday. It's not even my birthday."

[drabbles-mc]

Steve Rogers and T Swift? Sign me up. Count me in.

The way you start this fic off making me want to fight random strangers I don't know and will probably never see again. Sometimes violence is the answer but I'm glad that Steve is a nicer man than I would ever be 😤

As he walked the last few steps up to the tower, Steve had already made his decision. -> the way that I am metaphorically banging my fists against the glass, trying to stop him even though he cannot hear me. I'm weeping 😭

"I just, I don't think we should stay together. I wish I had more to say, but that's it." Steve cut straight to the bone, his own heart breaking. Still, he thought it was for the best. -> NOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

In his eyes, it proved his point. Two and a half weeks without him and you were already releasing music. Something you hadn't done in the two and a half years you'd been together. -> the way I simply just want to shake Steve by his shoulders. My man!!! You're missing the point!!!!! I'm yelling!!!!!!!

He left no room for conversation, the glare on his face deterring any small talk. -> I love Steve more than anything in the world but there is something about the thought of him being sad and grumpy that I also love despite wanting him to have good things lol

but he was glad to hear she was doing well- whoever she was. -> the way this made me chuckle. It just. It feels so very much like Steve. Adore.

This was something you'd told Steve over and over. Every time he felt unsure of being in this time, you said "I would love you in any life, Steve. Any life. I'm just glad you found me in this one." -> my HEART 🥺🥹🥺🥹

You could feel the tears building through the second chorus and the bridge, but the third chorus really broke you down. You didn't understand why Steve decided it was best to break up and never getting that closure was taking its toll. You couldn't stop the few tears from falling, the notes that followed uncharacteristically wobbly. -> the way my heart just fucking HURTS for her 😭😭😭😭

God the way I'm hugging Gina and kissing her on the forehead for giving Steve the hookup. My girl. She gets it.

Not just in not explaining, but in deciding I knew what was best for you. In thinking I was doing the right thing by giving in to my fears. -> we love to see a man who can own up to his mistakes. Nodding in approval even through the tears currently streaming down my face

You knew it was 13 songs expressing different kinds of love for him, but you would let him sweat it out for the next 57 minutes. -> YESSSS. God. I love her. I love them. Kicking my feet and grinning. We love to see a couple make up 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Timeless

Summary: Steve breaks up with singer!reader because he doesn't want to hold her back. He starts to question everything after hearing the song she wrote for him.

Warnings: life in the Instagram era

word count: 4695

a/n: 100000% inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift. i did not proofread this bc I am lazy so I do apologize for whatever typos there are

Masterlist

"I just don't get it," Steve overheard the young women talking while waiting in line for coffee. "She could literally be with anyone and she's gonna pick some old guy who literally fought in World War II?" He already had an idea of where this was going, but the response confirmed his fears.

"I know! Like Steve Rogers is hot but that's so weird! He's like 100 years old," she scoffed.

"A man out of time and probably out of touch," the first replied. "I bet he's totally holding her back."

Steve decided to forgo his coffee, simply turning around and leaving before things could get more awkward for him. Dating you has actually been when he's felt most at home in this century, but that doesn't mean he no longer struggles with his new present day.

Hardly a day goes by without you or someone else having to explain something to him, whether it be an insignificant reference to some tv show or more important information on how certain technology works. Suffice it to say, he feels like his age does show. It's something you've talked about in your relationship, but clearly, something Steve still struggles with.

He decided to walk back to the tower using the time to really think about what was best for you in terms of being with him. The first day the two of you met had been a particularly bad one for Steve, but somehow you managed to cheer him up. You've basically been inseparable since.

The more he thought about it, the more sure he was that those women were right. He was holding you back. You spend so much time with him, and at the tower in general, that you haven't really been living the same way you were before.

Before you met Steve, you had just finished your first world tour. You were always traveling or in and out of the studio. Now, you spend all your time in New York and you haven't had so much as a single performance outside of New York in the two and a half years you've been with him.

As he walked the last few steps up to the tower, Steve had already made his decision.

-

You were practically bouncing up and down on the couch as you waited for Steve to get home. After months of writing and recording in the home studio Tony set up for you, you could finally surprise Steve with some new songs. The one you were most excited about hadn't even been recorded yet. You were just too excited to share the lyrics to wait.

You couldn't help but reminisce as you waited, thinking about the first time you'd ever met. After your tour, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep, but Tony had personally invited you to his latest gala and your manager really pushed for you to go. Turns out, it was the best decision of your life.

The sound of the door opening down the hall broke you out of your daydream. The telltale sounds of Steve hanging up his jacket and tossing his keys in the dish by the door confirmed your suspicions.

You nearly tripped over the coffee table in your effort to greet him, but the look on his face stopped you dead in your tracks. "Steve?" you asked. "Are you okay?"

He sighed in response, one hand running through his hair as he looked at the ground. After a few seconds, he managed to meet your eye, but it did nothing to ease the nerves you were now feeling.

"Did something happen?" you asked just as he spoke up.

"We should break up."

His words felt like a physical blow in the silence that followed. You leaned back into the arm of the couch, suddenly unsure of everything.

"What?" you barely breathed out the question. The emotional whiplash was too confusing to process this quickly.

"I just, I don't think we should stay together. I wish I had more to say, but that's it." Steve cut straight to the bone, his own heart breaking. Still, he thought it was for the best.

"Oh," you barely managed to reply, still reeling from the shock. "Um, okay. I'll just... I'll just go."

You walked blindly down the hall and out the door, not even considering what you would do with all of your things that were in the apartment. You didn't even grab your purse, so you couldn't realistically leave the tower. Instead, you headed straight for the studio.

It felt like if you were recording a song about Steve, you could pretend that conversation didn't just happen. You could live in the past for just another few hours before reality finally hit you.

You still had the music pulled up in the recording booth. You'd gone so far as to take out some of the most inspiring pictures that lead to this song. There were plenty of pictures of you and Steve, but also the old black and white photos you found in the antique shop.

Thankfully Tony set things up so you could record on your own if you wanted, so that's exactly what you did.

Down the block there's an antique shop and something in my head said stop, so I walked in...

-

Instead of facing your emotions head-on, you dove into your work. You recorded every song you had left for the album, only contacting your manager and the label when things were finished.

They had a few things to tweak, but the record was ready not even two weeks later. Since you'd already been teasing the songs on tik tok, your label agreed to a surprise release. Thirteen songs would be released at the end of the week.

With the album ready and the date picked, you switched focus to scheduling performances at award shows and TV interviews. Anything to keep you from the gutwrenching reality of your emotions.

- Steve wasn't doing much better. His mood was foul and everybody could tell. Seeing as you were avoiding everyone by staying in an apartment owned by your label, the team tried cornering Steve for information.

"What the hell happened with Y/N?" Nat finally asked when Steve brushed off the slightly less invasive questions about how he was doing. He simply shook his head, glaring at an unphased Natasha.

"Have you listened to her new album?" Sam asked, trying to break the tension before all hell broke loose.

Steve tensed at the mention of your music. He had not listened to it, but the mere existence sent him into a spiral. In his eyes, it proved his point. Two and a half weeks without him and you were already releasing music. Something you hadn't done in the two and a half years you'd been together.

"Just leave me alone," he all but begged. Listening to the songs he knew- or at least strongly expected- would be about him was too much to even consider. He shook off the questions with the sheer desperation in his eyes. Everyone could tell it was hitting him hard, but not knowing why they broke up made it difficult to try and help.

-

Things continued much the same for the next month. Steve avoided all things that reminded him of you. You worked every second you could, desperate to not have to think about how everything went wrong.

In those few moments when you had actually thought about Steve, you more than anything wanted to know why. It had gotten so far as to you hovering your finger over his contact, one split second from calling when your manager phoned you instead.

"Hello," you answered, desperately trying to hide the strain from your voice.

"They want you to perform at the Grammy's," your manager, Gina, wasted no time with pleasantries.

"Oh my god," you didn't know how to feel. "That's in three days!" This album meant so much to you, but it was entirely about falling and being in love with Steve. How could you perform one of your best love songs on one of the biggest stages in music with a broken heart?

"Do they want a specific song?" Somehow your mind kept working even though your heart was breaking all over again.

"You get to choose," Gina continued to gush, but you couldn't listen. Having to choose was almost worse. You managed to tune back in for the last bit of information. "I know it's weird because you're not nominated, but nobody expected Rihanna to have to pull out. The news is her baby is the picture of health though! Since this is so last minute, they need to know what song the day after tomorrow for scheduling purposes."

"I'll do Timeless," you blurted out. Having to make the decision would be the worst part, right? So now you can just prepare and deal with it.

"You sure?" she asked, wary of it being one of the most detailed love songs on the album.

"Yep!" The enthusiasm was easy to fake. You were excited to perform at the Grammy's, and this is the song you're most proud of. It'll be fine.

"I'll let them know! Check your email for the itinerary. Bye!" she hung up in a flash, leaving you alone with your thoughts again.

Steve's contact was still pulled up on your phone. It felt like it was mocking you. Of course, Timeless would be the song you blurt out in a panic. It was the one you were most excited for him to hear. You can't imagine he's listened to the album. He might not even know it was released. A Grammy's performance was the closest to a guarantee that he'd hear it.

Now you just had to practice singing as if it wasn't going to emotionally wreck you.

-

"We've been invited to the Grammy's," Tony burst into the room with no preamble.

"Who's we?" Sam asked, already planning the suit he would wear in his mind.

"Four of us, bird brain," Tony replied swiftly. "Normally I'd be all over this, but I promised Morgan I would build her big girl bed with her tomorrow, so I'm stuck. You all have to go."

Nat, Sam, and Bucky all seemed okay with the invitation, and in Sam's case mildly excited. Steve, on the other hand, scowled at Tony. He was only about 60% sure the Grammy's were for music, but if the 60% was right he would rather go on a mission in Antarctica than potentially be in the same building as Y/N right now.

"I don't wanna hear it, Capsicle." Tony read the look on his face. "Four of us have to be there, and as our fearless leader that means you. Friday will send the details." He walked out much the same way he walked in, with a dramatic flair that left no room for questions.

"I guess we're going to the Grammy's," Nat cut a look across the room to Steve, gauging his reaction.

"So we are," he mumbled, quickly leaving the room before anyone could ask him about you.

-

Getting ready in your apartment was the only thing holding you together. Gina came over early this morning to lay out the details of your dress, hair, makeup, and any last-minute accessory decisions.

"You ready for this?" she asked, buzzing with excitement. The car would be here to pick you up any minute.

"As I'll ever be," you shakily replied. Despite making the decision quickly, you'd yet to settle the reality of performing the song in front of a crowd with how it felt to record it alone in a booth.

"Well, you can shake off those last few nerves right now. You're gonna be amazing. Remember, you're toward the end of the show. I guess you'll be a break from the nominated artists just before they announce album of the year, okay?"

You merely nodded in response, still trying to get over the nerves. You followed her down to the car, going over the lyrics in your head. Repetition was your best bet to stave off any emotional outbursts during the actual performance.

-

Steve had barely said a word all day, choosing instead to just float through the day. He wore the suit presented to him with no questions asked. He followed the schedule Friday had given him to a tee. He left no room for conversation, the glare on his face deterring any small talk.

He looked up the list of performers in an attempt to see if Y/N would be there, but she wasn't listed. The only thing causing him worry was the "surprise guest" that had been invited to replace Rihanna, who had to pull out of performing because she had a baby a few days ago. The amount of detail about other people's lives on the internet still surprised Steve sometimes, but he was glad to hear she was doing well- whoever she was.

He managed to hold it together through the red carpet, hearing whispers from the crowds that strung his and your name together. That was one of the things that drew the two of you together. It may have been a different kind of attention, but you both had faces the general public might recognize. Being the center of attention was never the goal for either of you, so your relationship remained largely private.

"Weird that he didn't walk the carpet with Y/N..." one guest whispered. Steve's enhanced hearing meant he could still pick up the voices. It was almost as if he was involuntarily listening for your name and honing in on the conversation.

"I mean, they've always been private... unless, do you think they broke up?" the responder gasped. Steve felt his heartbeat increase, being the subject of rumors and gossip never sat well with him.

"But this whole album is so happy! Maybe she-"

Steve was pulled inside before he could hear the rest. Probably for the best, he thought. Now that he knew you were here, he needed to focus on avoiding you.

Apparently, that wouldn't be hard. He and his fellow Avengers assigned seats were much further back than the musicians that were invited or nominated. He could see you from his seat, but you were far enough away to basically guarantee no forced interactions.

He merely sat in his seat, greeting people as they stopped by to say hello, and waited for the show to start. The quicker this thing was over, the quicker he would be able to go back to avoiding his feelings.

-

Walking the carpet was an absolute dream. You only wish you could've been more present. You were still incredibly nervous for your performance, and the murmurs you heard about the Avengers being in attendance did nothing to help.

You just had to choose to believe that Steve wouldn't come tonight. Unless he was so unaffected by the breakup that he could be here without it being a problem, which was a scenario you needed to put out of your head. No thoughts of break ups or Steve. At least, not until the performance.

Finding your table was easy enough once you got inside, and refusing to look around may have seemed odd, but people could easily chalk it up to nerves. Not many new about your surprise performance, but everyone knew it was your first Grammy's ceremony You were on tour when you were nominated for Best New Artist, ultimately winning the award, but missing out on the ceremony.

Other artists stopped by and chatted for a few minutes until eventually the lights dimmed and the show began.

-

Before long, a stage manager was ushering you out of your chair on a commercial break and bringing you backstage to get ready. You hadn't had much choice when it came to your carpet look- a gorgeous pink dress with plenty of tulle- but your performance look was more customizable.

You chose a dark blue set with plenty of crystals sewn onto the fabric. It looked like the night sky, and if blue is Steve's favorite color so what. This was the exact vibe you'd dreamed up when you were writing the song, so it only felt right to perform in it.

Your hair and makeup needed minimal changes, so after a few touch ups, you were being ushered toward the stage. It seemed everything backstage was happening fast enough to leave no time for nerves.

"And now, our long awaited surprise performer! She has taken the world by storm with her surprise release, I wouldn't be surprised if we saw her nominated for next year's awards. Please welcome F/N L/N performing Timeless!"

You were already seated at the piano when the curtains were drawn back. Although the song wasn't a piano ballad on the album, it felt right for this performance. You wasted no time getting started once the cheers died down.

Down the block there's an antique shop and something in my head said stop, so I walked in. On the counter was a cardboard box and the sign said "Photo's 25 cents each."

They were some very literal opening lines, and unsurprisingly the memories were flooding through you. You were out walking around the city, trying to clear your head, when you stumbled upon an antique store. The photos on the counter were the very first inspiration for lyrics to the vague idea of a song.

Black and white, saw a 30s bride and two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house. The kind of love you only find once in a lifetime. The kind you don't put down. And that's when I called you, and it's so hard to explain, but in those photos, I saw us instead.

It was so easy to envision Steve in the 30s, you couldn't help but put yourself in these photos with him. Your lives would be so different if you'd met back then, but there wasn't a doubt in your mind that you would love him just the same.

And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other. In another life, you still would've turned my head.

This was something you'd told Steve over and over. Every time he felt unsure of being in this time, you said "I would love you in any life, Steve. Any life. I'm just glad you found me in this one." You really had to gear up for the first chorus. It had one of the most telling, and therefore nerve wracking, lines.

-

Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944, and you were headed off to fight in the war. You still would've been mine. We would've been timeless.

Steve was slack jawed as he listened to your song for the first time. The way you were able to take the little memories and build such a beautiful melody out of them astounded him. His emotions were suddenly overwhelming, and there was now way for him to runaway from them this time.

I would've read your love letters every single night, and prayed to god you'd be coming home alright. And you would've been fine. We would've been timeless.

It wasn't that far off from this reality. Anytime Steve was on a mission, he'd write you letters to read while he was away. After the first time, you started writing letters for him to take with him as well. Even if the two of you couldn't talk on the phone, you had something from the other to tide you over.

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this. So even in a different life, you still would've been mine. We would've been timeless.

There was that line about a different life again. Steve already felt like he was living a different life, and somehow you knew exactly how to express what he was feeling while simultaneously reassuring him of your own love.

I had to smile when it caught my eye, there was one of a teenage couple in the driveway. Holdin' hands on the way to a dance and the date on the back said 1958. Which brought me back to the first time I saw you. Time stood still like something in this old shop.

Steve could still easily picture the very first second he saw your face. He wanted to be anywhere but Tony's party, having just come back from a mission that was only moderately successful. They had saved the hostages, but the Hydra agents managed to escape. He wanted nothing more than to track them down and being at the party would only delay everything.

When Tony brought you around for introductions, he found the mission had slipped entirely from his head. You somehow managed to lighten the mood without knowing why he was so grumpy, earning an uncharacteristic laugh from Steve still in Captain mode.

It was no surprise to anyone at the party when the two of you spent the rest of the evening together. Sitting at the bar, or the rare slow dance meant you could continue the never ending conversation.

Steve found himself so lost in thought, he missed most of the second verse and chorus. It wasn't until Bucky nudged him that he refocused on your words.

-

We're gonna be... I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray. We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made. And you'll say, "Oh my, we really were timeless."

You could feel the tears building through the second chorus and the bridge, but the third chorus really broke you down. You didn't understand why Steve decided it was best to break up and never getting that closure was taking its toll. You couldn't stop the few tears from falling, the notes that followed uncharacteristically wobbly.

-

We're gonna be timeless, timeless. You still would've been mine. We would've been... Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944. You still would've been mine. We would've been...

Steve could hear the tears in your voice easier than he could see them. His moment of weakness was haunting him as his own tears started to fall. He brushed them away quickly, forcing himself to hold it together until you were done.

Down the block there's an antique shop and something in my head said stop, so I walked in.

It was clear to him now more than ever that he was so wrong. He let his insecurities get the better of him, and messed up the single greatest thing that had come from being in this century.

With the show nearly over, he didn't think anyone would notice his absence. Instead of returning to his seat at the end of the commercial break, he slipped out a side exit. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, but had no way of finding you.

"Steve!" He turned at the sound of a familiar voice calling his name. To his surprise, your manager was standing just a few feet away. "She left right after the song, said she's too tired for the afterparty."

Steve nodded, unsure why she was telling him.

"Here's her current address. Code to the elevator is 0704," she winked, passing him a slip of paper. Understanding dawned on him, and he wanted to scream.

"Thank you, Gina. Really," he managed to control the maelstrom of emotion, subtly slipping outside as quickly as he could. He was meant to ride home in the hired car with the rest of the Avengers, but your address wasn't too far from the Garden. He opted to walk, slowly transitioning into a run as his desperation grew. The flash of cameras followed him down the street, but with his speed he outpaced them quickly enough. He had one thing on his mind and one thing only, fixing things with you.

-

The pounding on your door scared you more than you'd care to admit. Nobody should be able to reach this floor without the code, but still. The knocking had an air of desperation that you wouldn't expect from anyone visiting right now. Gina was the logical choice, but was skipping the afterparty that big of a deal?

You had planned to double check through the peephole, but before you reached the door, the very last voice you'd have expected sounded clear through the door.

"Y/N? Gina, she gave me the code. I just, I need to apologize. I... I fucked up." He stalled, in nearly as much disbelief as you at hearing the words fall out of his mouth.

You swung the door open, gesturing for him to come in. You didn't trust yourself to speak. Hell, you barely trusted yourself to look at him. Once you both settled on the couch, you finally risked a glance.

Steve looked more distraught than you'd ever seen him, but his lack of explanation still left you reeling. He seemed to be at a loss for words himself until you looked at him.

"We really are timeless, huh?" he tried easing into things, instantly regretting his choice of words when you nearly vaulted off the couch.

"Steve, what the hell? You break up with me with no explanation and show up quoting my own lyrics to me?" your words lacked the anger you wished you could express, too raw from the performance to cover the dimensions of hurt. The tears were quick to return to your eyes as Steve slowly approached you.

He grabbed your hands in his and when you showed no signs of pulling away, tried again. "I made the biggest mistake of my life that day. Not just in not explaining, but in deciding I knew what was best for you. In thinking I was doing the right thing by giving in to my fears.

"You are single-handedly the greatest person I've ever known. And I overheard these women saying you could have anyone and do anything... I managed to convince myself that you deserved more. To pretend like breaking up with you was noble and not because I was afraid you'd come to the same conclusion as them"

"Steve," you shook your head, a few tears falling. You were at a loss for words. For the last two months, you thought he just fell out of love with you. His reasoning, although flawed, was reassuring. Still, it didn't undo the hurt he caused.

"I should've known better. And I can't undo what I've already done, but I can promise to never doubt you again. To come to you with my insecurities and listen to your voice when mine isn't strong enough. And I hope I can be that person for you in life- to reassure you when you feel lost." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I love you and if you'll have me again, I want to be timeless with you."

You could feel yourself squeezing his hands tighter and tighter as he spoke, trying to funnel the overwhelming emotions into physical exertion instead of tears.

"I love you too," you whispered, voice breaking on a fresh wave of tears. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him lead you back to the couch. You still had a lot to discuss, but right now, you just wanted him to hold you.

-

Bonus:

A few hours later, after many discussions about ignoring gossip and coming to each other with your problems, Steve finally managed to work up the nerve to voice once more question.

"Is the rest of the album about loving me, or is there a breakup song on there? Because I can handle it, but I might need some warning."

You stared at him for a beat before the question really sunk in.

"You haven't listened to any of it?" you confirmed. When he nodded, you just smirked. "While, I guess you'll find out right now then."

You knew it was 13 songs expressing different kinds of love for him, but you would let him sweat it out for the next 57 minutes.

a/n: here are the songs I envision on the album lol:

Timeless, Call It What You Want, Sweet Nothing, Daylight, New Year's Day, invisible string, Dress, False God, Paper Rings, Cornelia Street, evermore, Today Was A Fairytale, Lover

taglist:

Permanent: @averyhotchner @jesuswasnotawhiteman @strawberryspence @andrwgxrfield @jswessie187 @ellobruv @alohastitch0626

Marvel: @leyannrae @livstilinski @oceaniamaddness @justreadingficsdontmindme @ladydmalfoy @freyathehuntress

[missacidburn928]

Feeling Sneaky Peeky...

I'm in a bit of a writing slump this week (due to a book hangover). So I felt I'd share a peek into one of my WIP's from one of my ongoing series. Today I felt like sharing from Sandalwood, Leather, Mead & Honey. My Thor/Bucky/Steve Rogers x POC!Singer!Reader "Honey" series.

Under the cut you'll find a sneak peek for installment 5: (divider by @firefly-graphics)

I'm a sucker for a shot of dopamine straight to the bloodstream

Fiending for Honey GC

Thor: Video attachment (Honey with a drunken Val dancing and singing to Bohemian Rhapsody on the bar. Getting the whole Asgardian filled tavern to sing along at the top of their lungs. Seems you've got the whole place to harmonize and are directing them like a chorus. It's a magnificent watch.)

Steve: Is she on the bar?

Bucky: More importantly is V dancing AND singing with her on it?

Thor: She has the entire Tavern under her spell.

Bucky: As they should be. Enticing little thing. Wish we were there instead of stuck doing all this press crap.

Steve: I'm usually happy doing press but I think I may be coming down with some FOMO.

Thor: What is FOMO??

Bucky: Fear Of Missing Out.

Thor: Understood. 

Steve: Enjoy your time at home with her Thor.

Bucky: Because once you make it back home she’s not leaving our side for days. Gonna make her the filling in a super soldier sandwich. 

Thor: You’ll find no objections here. I’ll more than make sure to get my fill while I have her to myself.

Steve: Don’t go too overboard. We need her to be able to at least walk.

Bucky: Actually I’m fine if she needs to be carried around.

Steve: Smh. It’s time for us to get back to doing interviews. Give our girl extra love from us.

Bucky: And an extra swat on the ass from me specifically.

“May we sing for your fallen? It would be our honor to offer a tribute.” You kindly ask the grieving widow sat idly at a table surrounded by loved ones. 

The maiden looks to Thor sitting at the head of the table before answering. “It would be an honor to receive such an offering, milady.”

You whisper into Sy’s ear the song you wish to sing as you make your way over to the small altar set up for the fallen warrior. You take a deep breath, squeeze his hand and begin to sing. 

Carry me home when the light in my eyes does fade Carry me home when the shadow comes to take me away Lay down my bones knowing I'll be in a better place Release my soul, carry me home Carry me home there's no sorrow down in the ground Carry me home don't you weep for I am freedom bound Lay down my bones there is peace within the light I've found Release my soul, carry me home

By now the tavern has filled with the rhythmic tapping of Stein’s on wood, keeping beat with Sy’s fist drumming against his chair. Your eyes are closed and you let the music take over. It sounds very close to something Thor would have grown up hearing when honoring their fallen warriors. 

He can’t take his eyes off of you, once again a siren in her element. Offering the gift of her voice to escort the fallen on their journey to the afterlife. It was the final piece he needed to see before he formally asks for your hand in marriage.

It is not long now, until your hand is fasted with mine. I will need to discuss this with Rogers and Barnes first, but fear not, you will become not only be my Queen but New Asgards as well.

Song:

[usuallydeepcoffee]

PLEASE NOT ANOTHER AU I CANNOT TAKE MORE (just kidding, gimme now)

I'm picturing it, Mobius picking both Steve and Loki for the missions. He knows Loki is tricky so he brings in Steve for control and strategy, but Loki is much more fluent in underhand tactics and playing dirty games, which makes them a perfect pair.

And either Steve sits calmly, keeping his cool, planning and strategizing and watching them closely, or he fights like a damn feral cat. Loki is stumbling through the hallways, all confused and o_o but then he sees Steve, who's throwing down with five guards and he's like O_O

Then he gets pushed into a room with a Steve who looks a few years older than the Steve Loki saw an hour ago; his hair sticking into all directions, blood on his lip, and he looks terrifyingly feral from his eyes. Loki sees that and immediately goes, "Stay on your side of the table"

Look they're called plot BUNNIES for a reason, they just multiply really quick i'm sORRY

poor Steve being torn between actually replying to all of Loki's little jabs and not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing Steve affected by his mind games 👀👀

Also lmao the first time they have a run in with some bad guys Loki's like, let's let the little human go first so he'll see that he's just a helpless little creature BUT THEN. Then he sees Steve absolutely go to town on them (lbr he probably went a little overboard because he had to listen to Loki talk for like 3 hours straight), and THEN he sees Steve pull off the top of his uniform because he's sweaty so yeah, next time he's handling it.

Also lmao Loki being Loki and making up totally untrue facts about a planet/time period they're visitng, thinking he's going to make Steve uncomfortable and failing miserably. He especially regrets telling Steve that he needed to show up in full make up for their next mission because his lips looks sinfully red and he shouldn't be allowed to wear mascara.

[magenta-llama]

Somebody please explain?..

[biblicallyaccuratemcu]

Let it be known that Steve Rogers isn’t the innocent, law abiding, do-gooder that the world would love to paint him as. No, this is a man capable of being equally as devious as Natasha, herself — a fact she’s not forgotten.

For the briefest moment, the pink of her tongue can be seen tracing the seam of Nat’s lower lip while she mulls over the information offered.

“I don’t think even those pretty chorus girls could’ve gotten you to do high kicks, Steve. Not in those tights, especially.”

There are a select few individuals in this world who have ever seen Nat truly drop her guard; and Steve is one of them. As he speaks, emerald eyes drift slowly shut, but not out of a lack of interest in what he’s saying, no — if anything, it’s to listen more closely.

Everyone has a tell when they’re lying, after all. Many are physical — body language is a giveaway in most cases. But there are more subtle signs…Such as how one’s breathing might change when attempting to deceive another. The cadence of one’s speech pattern is another tell; some people stumble over their words, as if they’re filling in the blanks as they go.

“Did you ever tell Barnes that his sister put the moves on you?” She asks, pillowing her cheek against one loosely closed fist. Those eyes have cracked open again, looking at Steve from beneath heavy lids. Perhaps she’s on the brink of sleep, now that she’s leeching Steve’s warmth?

[insane-fangirl]

A New Soldier *Part 2*

Italics and small font is a memory or flashback

Part 1

So as Y/N got older, she only saw Bucky off and on. HYDRA didn't want to risk loosing his prime, so they were adamant about only letting her see him when necessary.

HYDRA didn't want to freeze the girl for the first few years of her life for a couple reasons. First, they had no idea how it would impact her brain development, and second, the earlier they got through the terrible twos and the threenager years, the better.

Y/N was given a small amount toys to play with, but she was usually content playing with her small stack of hand-me-down pieces of plastic. However it was better than just letting the kid run around with too much energy to burn in the few hours she was awake. In the few toys she owned, were a set of Barbie dolls.

You can bet the security guards got a real good laugh out of watching their most ruthless assassin play Barbies with his daughter.

Although his visits were few and far between, he was always gentle with her. He never had any confirmation that the child was his, however he simply treated her as his own.

Bucky sat back against the grainy wall, his hair matted on his forehead, wisps falling into his vision. The bags under his eyes said it all. The child in his arms was screaming so much he doubted she would have a voice tomorrow when she woke up. He had tried every technique in the book. Rocking, pacifiers, and changing her diaper.

However he was determined to get her to sleep. A soft melody rumbled in his chest as he hummed the chorus to a song that was familiar, but he couldn't place.

The cries of the child died down as she listened to the quiet tune and felt the vibrations though her fathers shirt.

As far as HYDRA officials were concerned, the child had not resisted the serum. She complied easily, and though she was too young for missions, in a few years time her and her father would be an unstoppable duo.

Her training was intense and brutal. Not only physically, but mentally. HYDRA had no need for a soldier that could only take orders while under the command of her alter ego, Glitch.

It was an usual name, but one that fit. In and out so fast you wouldn't even notice her. It was around her 13th birthday when they trusted her to go on missions. They had sent her on a simple recall, but when she had gotten back within the hour, with every last detail they needed, Y/N proved herself valuable.

Missions between the father daughter duo became more common. The only hiccup in the plan was that they didn't expect Bucky to become protective of Y/N, or take such a liking to her. When Bucky went into the Winter Soldier mode, she was merely another comrade or partner, but once he came around to his senses, she was the first thing on his mind.

Bucky's fingers weaved though Y/N's hair right before a mission. He pulled the hair tie off his wrist and around the braid he just made. Y/N gave him a silent thank you and a brief hug and stood shoulder to shoulder ready to comply.

This kind of efficiency was needed when it came time to eliminate Steve Rogers.

He was an unpredictable target. HYDRA was confident the Winter Soldier could take him alone, however Captain America was rarely seen without a companion or two at his side. And with this being a high risk mission, they could not chance loosing time or resources on an elimination. They needed this to go right the first time.

HYDRA sent out the only people they could think fit for the job. Bucky Barnes, their resident Super Soldier, and Y/N, a 15 year old carbon copy of her father.

The duo split up in the beginning, but planed an rendezvous point further down the highway. Y/N watched from her post as the plan deviated from its original course. This shouldn't be a problem though, they had gone though the whole alphabet of backup plans.

The trio ran from the car as the red head shoots off the Winter Soldier's goggles.

"She's mine" He says through the comms. "I'll take care of her. Go find him."

Y/N nods although he can't see her and sprints to the Captain's location. Before she can get to him, he changes directions and her tennis shoes slip on the gravel in an attempt to keep up. He bounds over a wrecked car and joins the fight with the Widow and the Winter Soldier.

They end up switching roles and the Soldier and Steve wrestle for control, swapping weapons a couple times in the process.

Leaving Y/N with Natasha, they stare at each other before the latter throws a device at Y/N giving the ginger a split second to run, Y/N hot on her tail.

Natasha ushers civilians away from the area as they run though the city scape. Y/N managed to shoot Natasha in the shoulder and narrowly miss her head a few times. They some how ended up running in a circle, and around one of the corners they lost each other in the rubble and ash.

Not feeling accomplished, Y/N headed back to Bucky. Steve and him were still battling the moment she arrived, however that quickly changed when the fabric keeping the identity of the Winter Soldier a mystery was flung from his face.

"Bucky?"

Y/N stood confused, not knowing what a 'bucky' was.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

The soldier prepped his gun to fire, however the driver from the highway knocked him off his feet before he was given a chance to aim.

Gravel collects in his hair and scratches near his eyebrow started to collect blood, but that didn't stop him from grabbing another weapon from his belt and getting ready to attack.

However a man with authority yelling "Drop the shield, Cap! On your knees! Get on your knees! Now! Get down! Get down!" did.

Moments prior, Natasha had used the grenade launcher Y/N had thrown at her against the two. While the smoke was dissipating, the two soldiers vanished into an unreachable oblivion.

Yeah... Its been a while. I had midterms this week if that's a valid excuse for this being so late. Part 3 (maybe the last... I don't know anymore) coming soon (hopefully)

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 45)

Summary: You and Steve get planning

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 45: A bit of planning and some broken tiles *

When you woke up your head was on Steve’s chest, left hand resting just below his heart. He had one arm wrapped around you, the other resting on his torso, hand on top of yours thumb gently stroking your hand.

“Mornin’ princess” you hear Steve murmur his voice deep.

“Yeah I definitely like hearing that” you smirk moving to look up at him.

“I know, you definitely liked it like last night” he smirks moving to hover over you.

“I love you but I’m tired and worn out from last night” you smile making him smirk.

“Not even something quick?” He smirks pecking your lips.

“You are insatiable Rogers” you laugh shaking your head at him

“You talking to me or yourself soon to be Mrs Rogers” he smirks making you smile up at him.

“Oh yeah I’ll finally have a last name” you say as he shifts to lie beside you once more.

“Isn’t your last name Odinson?” Steve asks confused.

“Kinda, for legal documents here on earth I use it because it’s less confusing and people just call me it because of Thor, but actually my surname is Odindóttir which is Norse for Odin’s daughter” you explain “but on Asgard we didn’t really use surnames we just addressed people as Thor son of Odin etc”

“Y/N Odindóttir” Steve hums “I prefer Y/N Rogers personally” he adds with a smirk.

“Of course you do, now shall we got get breakfast?” You laugh.

“Yeah guess we did work up an appetite last night” he smirks as he gets up out of bed.

You laugh rolling your eyes at him before grabbing a pair of shorts and his shirt from the floor. As you button it up you glance over to see him watching you with a smirk, now dressed in grey sweats and a vest.

“That’s mine” he says pointing over at you.

“I thought with this” you say holding up your left hand “we share everything”

“Yeah, but you say you’re too tired yet you wear something like that which I just wanna rip off” he smirks walking over to you his fingers running over the fabric.

“Well, someone will have to be patient then” you smirk before heading out of the room hearing Steve laugh behind you.

As you walked into the kitchen, everyone else was already up and making themselves breakfast. Nat instantly clocked you smirking at your choice of clothes.

“Someone had a good night last night” she says taking a sip of her coffee.

“You could say that” you smirk walking over to the coffee pot pouring yourself a cup.

“Speak of the devil” Sam pipes up as Steve walked in.

Steve raised a brow looking over at you. You pour him a cup of coffee passing it to him as he moves to stand next to you.

“Only good things I promise” you tell him.

“So what did you guys get up to yesterday” Rhodey asks as you grab yourself a plate of food.

“Went out for breakfast then had a picnic by the lake” Steve says grabbing a piece of bacon and taking a bite.

“You didn’t do it on the jetty did you” you hear someone groan.

“Stark? What are you doing here?” Steve asks as Tony walks in.

“Finance meeting, boring stuff really, thought I’d say hello” Tony shrugs pouring himself a coffee.

“He just can’t keep himself away” Nat smirks.

“Thanks Romanoff” he grumbles.

“Actually it’s good that you’re here, so we tell everyone together” Steve says looking down at you with a smile.

“Tell everyone what?” Sam says glancing between the two of you.

Steve smiles wrapping his arm around you “we’re getting married” he smiles.

There was a moment of silence before a chorus of noise as everyone congratulated the pair of you. Natasha and Wanda asking to see the ring. Sam slapping Steve on the shoulder.

“So, what are you thinking about ceremony wise?” Nat asks you.

“It’s been less than 24 hours” you laugh stepping into Steve’s side.

“Yeah but every little girl has planned their wedding, aren’t I right Wanda” Nat says.

“It’s true” Wanda confirms.

“You forget I grew up on a different planet” you point out.

“So what! I’m sure there’s some things you’ve thought about” Nat argues catching the smile that grew on your face.

“You do! Come on tell us” Nat laughs.

You glance up at Steve who smiles down at you “I’m all ears” he smiles.

“Okay only that I quite like the idea of something in the summer, but it’s so soon and if I’m honest I kinda don’t wanna wait a year” you explain looking up at Steve who just smiled.

“I like the idea of a summer wedding” he smiles kissing the top of your head.

“I mean it’s only the end of May, if you got married in August it’s still summer and it gives you three months to plan” Sam suggests.

“It’s not a long time to get everything sorted” you say hesitantly.

“I think you’re forgetting who you’re friends with” Tony says holding his hand up “I’ve planned parties in less that 3 days, 3 months is easy”

“Are you sure Tony?” Steve asks.

“100% just make me best man” Tony says making Steve chuckle “groomsman? We’ll work the fine details out later” he continues waving his hand.

“What do you think? It’ll be hectic” You ask looking up at Steve.

“I can’t wait, August 2015 it is” he smiles leaning down and kissing you.

“I’ll make sure Pepper gets in touch she’s the best at the sorta thing, and congrats again” Tony smiles grabbing an apple and heading out of the kitchen.

“I’m assuming Thor already knows” Sam asks.

“Yeah, Steve’s a very traditional man” you say smiling up at Steve.

“Why am I not surprised” Nat says swiping Sam’s plate of pancakes.

“Hey!” He complains.

“Shush these two are celebrating and you took the last pancakes” Nat says passing you and Steve the plate and two forks.

“Thanks for the donation” Steve smirks over at Sam who just grumbles in annoyance.

After you’d eaten breakfast you and Steve made your way back to your room. Stepping inside Steve said you could use the shower first.

“You know you could join me, save water” you smirk reaching out and taking his hand.

“Is that the only reason” he says with a lopsided grin taking a step closer to you.

“What do you think Captain” you say looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He doesn’t answer instead he just pulls you close crashing his lips onto yours. You smile into the kiss as he makes quick work removing his shirt from you.

“Mine” he mumbles as he tosses it aside.

You chuckle as you grab his vest pulling it up and off. As his lips finds yours again he walks you back into the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on but you don’t focus on that, instead working on pushing down his sweatpants. When he removed your shorts you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he walked you back into the shower.

The stream of water fell over the both of you as Steve dipped his head, his lips meeting yours. He continues to back you up until your back hit the cold tiled wall, making you gasp in surprise. Those gasps were soon replaced when moans when he’s large hands cup your breast massaging it, fingers rolling over your nipple.

He smirks into the kiss, pleased at the reaction he was getting. Especially when his thigh pressed between yours, your hips instantly rolling against it. you moaned when you felt his thigh tense beneath you, your forehead dropping against his shoulder. However, no matter how much you rolled your hips, it wasn’t enough. The itch was not getting scratched.

“I need more Stevie” you whine.

“say no more princess” Steve smirks.

His lips travel downwards from your lips until he was knelt down besides you. He hooks his hand behind your knee lifting your leg. He presses kissing up your thigh before moving it to rest over his shoulder. Your breath hitches as his lips ghost over your core, hand flying to his hair, gripping at his damp locks. He then runs a long stripe up you slit, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit earning a shaky moan from you. He wraps his lips around your clit sucking at it sending shock waves you your core, swirling his tongue around it.

Gripping hold of your thigh to keep you steady he then dove in, eating you out like a man starved. Every time his tongue delved inside you, the coil within your tightened more and more. Until you came with a loud cry, your knees almost giving out if it wasn’t for Steve holding you upright.

As he stood back up he moved your arms around his shoulders, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You had barely come down from your first orgasm and you were already whining when you felt his erection press against you. your hips instinctively rolled against him, making him smirk as he kissed your neck.

“I thought I was the insatiable one” he smirks nipping at your skin.

“guess you’re rubbing off on me, so hurry the fuck up and fuck me” you sigh rolling your hips once more.

“don’t need to tell me twice princess” he says with a lopsided grin, pressing his lips to yours for a bruising kiss.

His hand reached down between your bodies, wrapping around his erection giving it a couple pumps before lining it up at you entrance. The shower echoed with the sounds of your moans as he slowly slide up into you, right up to the hilt. He paused for a moment while you adjusted, your forehead pressed against his shoulder. Only beginning to move when he felt your hips roll towards his.

He starts off slow and cautious, he didn’t want to cause an accident and make the both of you slip over. However when your nailed dug into his back and shoulders and your walls pulsated around him, he picked up the pace. Fueled on by the sounds of your moans, encouraging him to go faster and harder. He braced himself against the tiled wall, not caring if he was accidentally causing them to crack.

“yes fuck” you cried you tilting your head back as you came around him.

He groans as he felt you clench around him, finding his own release soon after. He hands moving to rest on your back as you went limp in his arms. Your face buried in the crook of his neck as you caught your breath.

“do you think you can stand?” Steve asks gently after a moment.

“maybe” you hum pressing your lips to his neck before lifting your head to look at him.

“its okay, I’ll hold you steady” Steve says softly as he helps you down.

He keeps his arm around your hips to keep you steady as he reaches for your body wash. As he lathers the soap over your body he smiles down at you, seeing your tired blissful face smile back up at him. He dips his head capturing your lips in his for a sweet languid kiss.

“turn around and I’ll do your hair” Steve instructs gently.

You turn around resting your back against his chest as he grabbed your shampoo and started working it over your scalp and down your lock. Massaging your head earning a hum of content, your eyes closing tiredly.

Once he was done rinsing the shampoo and conditioner from your hair, you opened your eyes chuckling when you spotted the broken tiles.

“Tony won’t be happy about that” You chuckle nodding to the cracks.

“He’ll never know” Steve says pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“He will when he has to organise someone to fix it” you point out, Steve shaking his head.

“nope, I’ll fix it myself, no one is finding out” he mutters kissing your neck.

“do you know how to fix it?” you ask turning around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“no but there’s YouTube” he says with a lopsided grin making you laugh.

A couple weeks later you were working with Wanda to help control her powers. She could already do lots but you could see she was holding herself back. You weren’t surprised though, you could remember what it was like when you first tried to control your powers.

You were stood watching her as she attempted a run in the combat simulator. You knew she had the ability to create force fields and fire energy blasts at enemies but you wanted her to do both at the same time. So far she was swapping between the two but not at the same time.

You watched as the simulated enemy land a hit on her back ending the simulation. You sigh as she lets out a groan of annoyance.

“I can’t, its just not possible” wanda sighs shaking her head as you walk over.

“It is, you just need to trust yourself, you’re thinking too much” you tell her reassuringly.

“How am I supposed to use my powers if I’m not thinking about them?” She argues.

“It’s like walking or breathing you don’t think about that, our powers are an extension of our bodies, treating them as anything else is counterproductive” you explain.

“I won’t lie that doesn’t really help” Wanda says, and you give her a sympathetic smile.

“I know, but we’ll work it out soon enough now let’s end the session on a high note and do something we know you’re good at” you suggest.

“Target practice” she asks hopefully.

“Sure go ahead, I’ll be over in a minute” you tell her before going over to grab your water bottle.

As you take a drink you watch as Wanda shoots energy blasts at the targets. You purse your lips trying to work out the best way to help unlock her powers. You tried to remember what it was like for you but it was such a long time ago. Plus you grew up with your powers so it was a lot more gradual compared to Wanda.

“How’s training going?” Sam asks as he walks in.

“Alright, still struggling to unlock everything, she thinks too much it needs to be almost like a reflect” you tell him quietly.

“You know even after all my training none of it became a reflex or second nature until I was out in the field” Sam tells you.

“I can’t exactly send her into a combat situation and hope her powers kick in, can I” you point out.

“No but we can simulate it” Sam offers but you shake your head.

“I tried using the simulator but it didn’t work” you tell him.

“Well even though the simulator is good, it doesn’t have the peril of a real mission, you know you’re not gonna get hurt if you mess up” Sam explains.

“What do you suggest Sam? I can’t exactly shoot a fire ball at her” you argue.

“This” he says grabbing your water bottle and pitching it towards Wanda.

You go to shout a warning, but it dies in your throat when you see a force field appear behind Wanda. The bottle falls to the flood with a thud. Wanda turns to look at the two of you shocked.

“What the hell?” She asks scowling over at you.

“Wasn’t me” you say pointing over at Sam.

“Hey it works didn’t it?” He smirks crossing his arms smugly.

“What worked?” Wanda asks looking confused.

“You summoned a force field as a reflex, didn’t miss a single target either” you explain with a smile.

“I did?” She says not believing you.

“Yep, so we know it’s possible now we just gotta keep it up” you tell her.

“Oh wow I can’t believe I did it” Wanda says with a small laugh.

“Well believe it kid” Sam laughs.

“Now go relax you’ve earnt it” you tell her with a smile.

Wanda beams back at you proudly thanking you as she leaves.

“Now go grab my bottle” you tell Sam pointing to your drink which was half was across the gym.

“Alright boss” he says with a playful smirk as he does as he’s told.

That evening when you made your way back to your room you find Steve sat on the couch book in hand. Except he wasn’t reading it, instead he was staring out the window. His brows were furrowed as he rubbed his chin in thought.

Steve wasn’t trying to be in a broody mood. He had just eventually found himself in one after a whole week of his brain returning to one train of thought. One that had been triggered when Tony jokingly asked to be his best man. At the time Steve had successfully laughed it off but that didn’t stop his brain from going into overdrive.

“Hey you alright?” You ask grabbing his attention as you sat down next to him.

“Hm? Oh yeah I’m good, how was training with Wanda?” He asks putting his book down on the coffee table.

“Good we’re making progress, albeit with some unconventional methods” you say making him arch a brow in question.

“Sam threw my water bottle at her to trigger a reflex reaction” you explain making his chuckle quietly.

“Guess if it works” he says.

“Yup, so how was your day? I’ve barely seen you” you ask as you rest your arm around his shoulders, fingers gently stroking the nape of his neck.

“Busy, lots of paperwork to sign off for the new agents” he sighs, and you feel him relax into your touch.

You could see he wasn’t completely okay and he wasn’t telling you everything. You knew he would eventually though so in the meantime you just helped him relax. Take him mind off whatever it was bothering him.

“Tony texted me today” you tell him.

“Oh really what about?” He asks.

“He wanted to know how many bridesmaids I’m gonna have, and who my maid of honour is so they can help plan too” you explain not missing the small furrow in his brows.

Pepper had asked him a similar question, asking who and how many groomsmen he was gonna have. He told her he’d get back to her about it soon. If he was honest that was probably what had set this mood off.

“Have you thought about that?” Steve asks you, putting his hand on your knee.

“A little bit yeah, I was thinking of asking Nat to be my maid of honour and Pepper and Wanda to be bridesmaids” you say with a small shrug of your shoulders.

“Isn’t there anyone from Asgard you’d want?” He asks you.

“There is Lady Sif but we don’t even know if any of them can make it, its just a bit risky that’s all” you explains.

Steve hums nodding his head in understanding. His brows furrowed again slightly before he gives you a small smile.

“What about you? Thought about who you want?” You ask him and he sighs deeply rubbing his forehead tiredly.

“Hey what’s up? You seem really quiet” you ask stroking the back of his neck gently.

“I’m sorry, I just-“ he says before taking a deep and shaky breath.

“I just always thought Bucky would be my best man, knowing he’s out there somewhere and won’t be there is just-“ he sighs shaking his head unable to finish his sentence.

You instantly felt bad, not only because Steve was clearly upset but because the thought of Bucky had slipped your mind. You knew they were like brothers growing up, of course he’d want Bucky there.

“Hey look we don’t have to get married so quickly, we can wait until we find him if that’s what you really want” you tell him squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.

Steve panicked when he heard you say that. He didn’t want that at all. If he could he’d marry you right here and now. And the last thing he wanted was you to think he didn’t want to marry you as quick as he could.

“No, no I don’t want to postpone or anything, I really cannot wait to marry you, it can’t come soon enough” Steve says quickly, shifting to face you.

He had one hand on your knee. The other gently brushing some hair out of your face. He then cups your cheek stroking it gently. You couldn’t help but give him a small smile leaning into his touch.

“I just feel guilty that’s all, that I haven’t found him yet, that he won’t be there on the happiest day of my life, he’s like my brother” Steve sighs.

“He’ll be there, maybe not in person but he’ll be in there” you tell him pointing to his heart “specifically the Bucky who called you punk, the one you fought side by side with, the one who saved your ass from all those fights”

Steve rests his hand over yours giving you a small chuckle. Tears collecting in the corner of his eyes.

“And we can keep looking for him right up until the wedding and if we don’t find him before then, I’ve heard that people renew their vows so we can do that with him present” you continue stroking his hand with your thumb.

Steve smiles over at you leaning over to kiss your forehead before resting his against it.

“Thank you doll, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this sooner, I was just worried you’d think I was putting it off or something” he sighs shaking his head.

“I would never think that, this our wedding, our day we do what is best for the both of us” you tell him reassuringly.

“And remember you can talk to me about anything, I’d rather you be honest than not tell me how you feel out of fear of how I’ll react, because through thick and thin remember” you continue earning a smile from him.

“Through thick and thin” he says with a smile.

He then wraps both his arms around you pulling you closer until you were practically on his lap. Holding you tightly kissing the top of you head. As you wrap your arms around his shoulders you can feel the tension in his muscles fade away. He buries his head in the crook of your neck taking a deep breath.

“Through thick and thin” he repeats.

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